The woman was efficient and organized to a fault. Those television organization shows had nothing on Olivia Harrison. In fact, her sister could teach them a few tricks.
“Yeah, thanks, I think.” Emily frowned, pouring out three glasses. “Not sure if that was a jab, but since you supplied a peace offering at the same time, I’ll let it slide.”
Olivia snorted. “How magnanimous of you.”
“I know.” Emily grinned, passing out the glasses.
Amanda lifted hers. “You always were my favorite.”
“Hey, I thought I was your favorite.” Emily fake frowned.
Amanda cocked her head and lifted a brow. “How do you know that remark wasn’t aimed at you?”
Emily narrowed her gaze. “Was it?”
“No.” She grinned then took a sip.
“See? I’ve always been her favorite.” Olivia smirked, and Emily stuck out her tongue.
Amanda set her glass down. “I was talking to my drink.”
A second later, they all laughed and were still smiling when their server returned to take their orders.
“It’s good to have the Harrison Trio back together again,” Emily said after the server disappeared into the kitchen.
Olivia nodded. “Sure is.”
She wrinkled her brow. “Yeah. Sorry, it’s been so long.”
“Hey, don’t be sorry.” Olivia set a hand on hers. “How was your UK adventure? I want to hear all about it.”
Inwardly cringing as memories of Lyle’s face, the police interrogation room, and her trashed place flooded her mind, Amanda pulled her hand out from under her sister’s and sat back.
Emily frowned. It matched Olivia’s.
Shoot.
“Didn’t you like it over there?” Olivia asked, her frown increasing.
Inhaling, she pushed aside the bad, knowing her sisters expected details. “Yes, teaching was fun. The students loved my accent.”
Laughing, her sisters visibly relaxed, so she regaled them with her adventures in cuisine—some good, some not so good—visits to London landmarks, and trips to the peaceful English countryside.
Her personal favorite, until it became the last time she’d been out with her friend. His disappearance two months later had tainted those memories.
She straightened in her seat and shrugged. “It was nice, but…you know, not home.”
Emily nodded. “Yeah, I know. Houston was nice, but I’m glad to be back in Harland.”
“Well, here’s to celebrating both of you and your homecomings,” Olivia said, lifting her drink.
She readily raised hers. “Thanks. And yes.”
“To Amanda and Harland County.” Emily held up her glass.
She eagerly sipped her drink, enjoying the cold, tangy, sweet beverage.
“So, Mandy, Mom told me you applied for a job in the school district. How’s that going?”
